O.G. Original Gangster
Mic Contract
Ice-T
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[Verse 2]
Dressed in black I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a leather attache
Low tones✦ I speak, I speak to few
Just give me the money✦
And who the fuck to do
Four blocks away✦ my aim's clean
Night scope on a silence✦ carbine✦
Place my cross-hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger✦
Watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah you could call me that
Insane?✦ You're on the right track
But turn the sounds up
So I can stay amped✦
Do another✦ crew and break camp
The only✦ way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You think I'm crazy?✦
You ain't see shit yet
Cause I live to kill and kill for fun
The microphone✦ it goes off
Like a handgun
It's goin' down now
Grab your girl hops
No excuses when the bodies✦
Begin✦ to drop
Look in my face fool
It look like I'm play'n
Don't become✦ another✦
Victim of mic slayin'
[Verse 3]
What's up?
You want your feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers✦
That'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I move alone✦
Take a bat
Break your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face
With a sawed✦ off
One hundred ten degrees
Ice don't get soft
Cause I'm hard as they come
I come correct
You can't handle the vandal hit eject
If not you better✦ get
Out my face sucka✦
Or else you better✦ be
A good bullet✦ ducker✦
Cause I'm a rip shop
Tell that ass drop
Five o Ice, yo fuck a damn cop!
Cause I move hard and cold
With a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar✦ suits
And fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more
Diamonds on it
Pinky✦ ring, worth a house
If I decide✦ to pawn it
What's up now punk?
Yo start to choke up?
You try to move on the Ice
You'll get broke up!
[Verse 4]
Midnight, time for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's gonna✦ die
E hits the switch
And thouands of volts connect
With the weapon that's in my fist
I see a sucka✦ in the third row
Try'n to riff
A paragraph and a half he's stiff
I start bustin'✦ off barrages ear high
Mothers✦ grab for their children
Tears fly
I'm like a psycho✦
When the microphone's on
Speakers blown, mind gone
I can't be touched
Once my lyrics✦ begin✦ to fly
Simple stage radiation
Could make ya die
Ya got a problem nigga?✦
You think your rep's bigger?✦
Hold your head right there
While I squeeze the trigger✦
Cause I'm a crazy✦ motherfucker
That's no joke
My favorite smell is
The aroma✦ of gunsmoke
I'm bustin'✦ off another✦
Lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the Ice!
You think that I care?
Well I don't give a fuck
Cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still bust the ill stuff
So now it's time for crime
And the rhyme is mine
Track the movement
Hide from the punchline✦
I rhyme with quickness
Microphone✦ fitness
The assassinator
Stay off the shit list
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